ST☆RBOY

— ELI, Y. —    

all you   dreamers who

dream in bed , where

are   you   going   when

you   lay   your head   ?

───     BIOGRAPHY     ───

                   NAME,,        ELIJAH (ELI) YOUNG

                   DOB,,        041203, SEATTLE, WA

                   GENDER,,               MALE, HE/HIM

                   NATIONALITY,,            AMERICAN

                   SEXUALITY,,       HETEROSEXUAL

                   ZODIAC,,                               ARIES

                   HEIGHT,,                SIX FOOT ONE

                   OCCUPATION,,       LEAD SINGER

                   BACKGROUND,,               ______

                   born and raised in the rainy state of

                    seattle, eli didn’t come from money.

                    as a child, his father was a lawyer in

                    a dying firm, staring bankruptcy in

                    the face and drowning himself in

                    alcohol to forget it. his mother, a shy

                   housewife dedicated to ignoring the

                    liquor store receipts in the trash, she                     

                    hadn’t been held by her husband

                    since she’d given birth to the curly-

                   haired brunette baby she named

                    elijah. despite it, she never once

                    complained in fear of her or eli

                    being the target of her husband’s

                    drunken, misplaced anger.

                    they couldn’t afford the nicest of

                    toys for him, improvising with pots

                    and pans and discarded instruments

                   they’d pulled out of the attic from his

                    father’s marching band days in high-

                   school. the boy could strum guitar

                    strings before he could speak in full

                   sentences, a glimmer into the future

                   and not so far off from his day to day

                   life as an adult. he didn’t do a lot of

                   talking, not unless it was that of a

                   well-crafted lyric sung in a low tone.

                    what his tongue couldn’t convey,

                    his fingertips said as he plucked into

                    the electric guitar strings.

                    by the time senior year had come

                   around his little garage band was

                    booking venues of a few hundred

                   people, no one knowing their name

                    or the lyrics to their songs, but they

                    would. and at the peak of his career

                    he’d hit rock bottom off stage,

                    stress, loss, and loneliness pulling

                    him into the same old habits he’d

                    watched plague his father and break

                    his mother’s heart. anything to numb

                    him, ease the turmoil fame brought

                    to his head. he’d perform until he

                    couldn’t any longer and plaster

                    strength onto his face but when

                    he was alone he fell apart, doing

                    what he could to find muse in the

                    way he felt but he could only find

                    so much calm in the storm he

                    ignored.

                  ───

                    CHARACTER,,                  ______

                   eli, although handsome and sharp

                   looking, is honestly a shy boy. he’s

                   introverted and quiet but typically

                    kind when it comes to being social,

                   which usually isn’t by choice. he

                    can be a little flirty, sometimes quite

                   awkwardly and it’s subtle, he likely

                    won’t even realize he’s doing it.

                    he’s a gentleman, though, overall

                   pleasant to be around when he

                    allows you to be around him.

                    frankly it’s not hard for him to be an

                    asshat if it comes to people who do

                    not deserve the respect. he often

                    described as charismatic, with a

                    white smile and a warm aura, he’s                     

                    almost a little shy, especially around

                    pretty women. on the other hand he’s

                    very, very unpredictable, which is

                    mental illness and also a product of

                    the way he was raised. he’s got quite

                   the temper on him if provoked and a

                    history of a few fist fights back in

                    highschool and between his friend

                    group. he’s extremely antisocial

                    outside of performing and he

                    wouldn’t consider himself the same

                    person on stage and off stage. if he

                    absolutely does not have to socialize,

                    he usually won’t. he’s the quiet one

                    in the band and he’s typically found

                    in the back playing some game on

                    his phone or working on a song.

                    he’s a simple man. he likes bad

                    horror films along with the really

                    scary ones. he feels most

                    comfortable in an empty room

                    but there’s something beautiful

                   to him about crowds from a stage

                   view. his favorite color is a moody

                    deep navy blue and he hates neon

                    green. he can’t sleep without a fan

                    and his house is always cold. he

                    enjoys reading but treats his books

                    horribly - dog eared pages, broken

                    spines, rips and tears. he loves the

                   rain. so much, a product of growing

                   up somewhere it rained all the time.  

                    he never learned how to ride a bike

                    or how to swim and he hates hot

                   summer weather. he plays with his

                    rings when he’s nervous and he

                    prefers silver over gold. he’s soft for

                    neck kisses and whispering and he’d

                    much rather sit back and watch a

                    movie than go out and clash bodies

                    at a party.

                  ───

                   PLAYLIST,,              ______

                   SLOWING DOWN,,    THE

                                             BACKSEAT                                                    

                                                 LOVERS

                   whisper in my ear that

                   you need   me ,   but if

                   you   saw it clearly you

                   would         leave        me

                   TALK,,                   HOZIER

                   i try to talk refined  

                   for fear that you ‘ ll

                   find    out   how i ‘ m

                   imagining             you

                    A NIGHT ON THE FLOOR,,

                                                 INHALER

                   yeah i ’ m just trying

                   to    let   go   and    not

                   pick    up   the   phone

                   but   it   keeps   letting

                   me   know    i ‘ m    not

                   here     on    my     own

                   CORNERSTONE,, ARCTIC

                                              MONKEYS

                   i smelt your scent on

                   the seatbelt and kept

                   my shortcuts to myself

                  FIREFLIES,,       OWL CITY

                   cause i feel like such

                   an   insomniac   ,   why

                   do   i tire of   counting

                   sheep   when i ‘ m   far

                   too           tired           to  

                    fall          asleep           ?

                   TO BE,,        CONTINUED

                  ───

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